Dance Of Twilight

Scribbled notes are incoherent,
Washed and running with the rain,
Rivulets that speak of nothing,
Just black dissolving into grey.

The setting sun is kissed by shadows,
It's crimson lips no longer burn,
As cold descends upon her shoulders,
She feels forsaken and forlorn.

She feels the wind embrace her misery,
Dowse the last vestige of candlelight
And leave her alone within the dark
To dance the dance of twilight.

The rose she holds is her sole companion,
Her only partner in the dance,
Intoxicated by its fragrance,
She spins around within its trance.

The aroma of a memory stirs
Within the smell of rose and rain,
A memory of her lost lover
That sings the psalm to love's refrain.

The salty tears that line her cheeks,
Mourn the passing of a warm embrace
That died beneath a twilight moon,
To leave her so cold, and so afraid.

The parting breath of whispered love
That filled her heart with dark romance,
Will forever haunt her memories,
To be replayed through sombre dance.

She tries again, to read the words
Of scribbled prose he left behind,
To no avail, the words dissolve,
To dance the dance of twilight.